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Date Posted: 23:24:35 03/12/04 Fri
Author: Shula, Tew, Erashun
Subject: *snarl*
In reply to: Atumi 's message, "...death incarnate..." on 22:57:11 03/12/04 Fri

Every beat of rust-furred paw against black soil sends tiny jolts of pain up well-muscled limbs into a barrelled torso, but Shula ignores the pain as he propels himself onto a slanting trunk and upwards into the interwoven branches of the thick forest. The male's eyes are blazing, not with energy but with anger, and he can smell singed fur and faint smoke from where Atumi has bounded through the trees only seconds earlier. The black's challenge reaches his ears as he powers forward, agility severely compromised by both arboreal setting and exhaustion. He hears others racing around and behind him, and he swears to himself that these invaders will pay for the threat that they pose to his Korats.

Tew has finally managed to force his body to function at a minimum level of efficiency and has caught up with Shula, running a few lengths behind and to the right of the burly leader. The pain that electrifies his long shanks is far more acute and jarring, but he ignores it as best he can, thin jaws clenched and jagged blade flagging in the air behind him. Those dyone'd frantes... coming in after a battle with the enemy of every sane Korat...

Shula hauls himself to a shuddering halt even with but several lengths to the right of the glowing mass that is his pack second, drawing himself up and roaring full-force at the gathered strangers. "Who is your leader and how DARE YOU attack we who have defeated Wureshi and saved your sorry tails by doing so!?"

Perhaps Tew has lost his mind, for he sidles up against Atumi when he arrives, the wild swirling colors whipping around him like gale-force desert winds. His bony shoulder and lean flank pressing hard against the black's own toned torso, the tan ducks his head and pants open-jawed, ears back and lip high in a silent, weary snarl. So much in such a short time... but ahh, that is life on Lavana. A harsh mistress indeed.

Next to arrive is a buzz-cut white male of insane proportions, corded muscles that belong more to a red rippling strongly under his snow-white pelt with each bounding stride. Erashun is the healthiest of the four ranking Korats, despite his having fought Wureshi personally, and his silver eyes are hard and cold as he comes to a halt some lengths to Atumi's left. Long fangs glisten in the dappling sunlight as he snarls, low and long and deadly.

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Replies:

~Rage~ -- Eciwis, 23:42:51 03/12/04 Fri
- ~!@#$%^&*()_+ -- Deyt, 20:12:59 03/13/04 Sat
  - A little less conversation, a little more action please! -- Zrego, 23:23:07 03/13/04 Sat
    - All this aggravation aint satisfactioning me... -- Jysulehn, 23:43:53 03/13/04 Sat
      - Protecting my Devotion -- Xenarsis, 18:17:15 03/16/04 Tue
        The Red -- Vyndiel, 20:55:39 03/18/04 Thu